Those Lingering Stings
Those lingering stings grows depths and last.
They seep their way in - to the past
To claw out your inner soul -
Those hopes you have with dents and holes.
Note: This is an old poem I wrote when I realized
I couldn't forget the past and that it would always
be a part of me: lingering.
Copyright © Qui Bee | Year Posted 2010
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